Author's Note: Hey y'all! So I finally got my own car (whoop!) but now she needs a name! (I say she, but a he is okay too) I posted a poll on my profile. So if you could give it a couple votes, that would be great! You can also pick up to four names! Of course if you have a name suggestion, comment it in a review! Okay, now onto the story! And yes, The Ebon Moon story will be updated soon. Writing first person is harder than it seems! Okay, I'll stop chattering on! Enjoy!


Chapter 36: To Hunt Them Down

December 17, 2000


Doc hadn't slept in days. How could he? He hardly spoke. He became colder, quieter, speaking only when spoken to. Appearing to the town only when absolutely necessary, otherwise he'd be locked away in his office at the courthouse making calls and searching for Harley via the news. He was frantic in a silent and solemn way. The whole town worried for him, though none more than Sheriff. He was constantly checking in on him and bringing him water and food regardless if he accepted it. Regardless of how many times Doc said he didn't have anytime for anything other than finding Harley. He ignored everyone in their attempts to take care of him claiming the only thing they should be helping him with was looking for her. Consequently, he had been out of the loop lately. They were talking about how this could effect Doc in the long run both mentally and physically. What could become of their beloved leader and friend? The towns folk had been traveling around in search of her. They called friends and family, but nothing. She was simply gone. A week had gone by and there were zero hints. Zero clues. Nothing. Because of this, Doc had many sleepless nights. It was on one of these nights in the middle of the second week that he couldn't shake the worst of it. The memory of that next day.

December 3-4, 2000

Once Doc had returned home from being towed back by Mater, Guido and Luigi had replaced his tire that went out along with the others as well for good measure. He then trapped himself in the clinic. Screamed, knocked things across the room. He let no one into the clinic, not even Sheriff. The majority of them sat just outside the locked doors of the clinic, a few even falling asleep there. Eventually Doc had quieted down. The others believed he had worn himself to sleep, but no. He remained awake that first night and every night for a very long time after that. Once he saw that day light had started to pour through the closed blinds like a persistent fire, he emerged from the clinic silently driving right by the few cars that had remained the whole night and into the morning. Flo had begun making Doc's breakfast and caught him in the corner of her windshield as he drove by the cafe.

"Doc, honey! I'm working on your food right now!" Flo called out, but this car was on a mission. He didn't even glance at her. "Doc, you need to eat!" she persisted. "Doc, you best not ignore Flo!" Her tone became stricter, but it didn't make a difference to Doc. He heard nothing. Felt nothing but the pain of losing a child. It was the first time he refused food from Flo.

Doc had driven up at a decent pace all the way to the moment Harley had fled. He looked at the road ahead and felt his whole body shiver. She was out there and she couldn't possibly be far. She would be okay. She had to be. He knew the direction she went would lead her to his old friend Marty. He would know something, he had to. Though he was an interesting car with his strange beliefs. Doc took a deep breath and started his journey. It was quiet and lonely. The memories of the night before haunting him life a terrible nightmare, only this nightmare couldn't just simply be shaken. This one would stay with him until he found her.

Doc had made it to his destination and scanned the old house up and down. As he had expected, Marty came to the porch. He looked older since the last time they had spoke. Upon seeing him, a smile appeared on Doc's face and for a small moment, he forgot about the sadness that had been piercing him. Then he remembered why he was there and it quickly returned.

"Well, if i' ain' Doc Hu'son." Maty said with his broken speech.

"It's good to see you too, Marty." He replied as he drove up the porch. "May I come in?"

"Well ah course, come on." Marty then disappeared into his house with Doc. Once inside, Doc took note of the wood stove burning. It made the room have a welcoming and warm feeling. He also took note of the fact that Mary hadn't been completely alone this chilled December morning. There were two plates left on the table from an early breakfast. Doc knew it had to have been Harley.

"So Marty, how have you been?" he asked as he helped him clean up.

"Oh Doc, I can handle this.." Marty said and cleaned up everything on his own. "I've been jus' fine. Jus' been here, no'hin much happens here ya know."

"Yeah…" he paused then decided to ask what was itching at him. "Have any cars passed through recently?" Marty remained in the kitchen for a moment longer.

"Any cars? You know no one drives on rou'e 66 anymore." he called out from cleaning.

"So you haven't then?" Doc asked again as he drove towards the kitchen, but before he could enter, Marty came back out.

"No. No one. No one bu' the occasional los' cars." he insisted. Doc noticed his strange behavior.

"Marty.."

"Yes?" he asked as he drove over to the living room area.

"Have you seen Harley?" Marty had a glint in his eyes as he hesitated to answer.

"Your girl?" he asked.

"Yes, my girl.." it hurt to say, to admit, what had happened. "She ran away in this direction. I was hoping you would have possibly stopped her. Or at least seen her." there was a pause then Marty didn't make eye contact as he spoke.

"No. She mus' have driven through once I was asleep." He said sadly. "Or she wen' off road."

"Maybe…" Doc added. "Or maybe she did stop. And for some reason you just…. Don't remember." Marty glanced over and sighed.

"Doc, I wish I could help you, bu' I mus' have missed her.." he continued to insist.

"Marty, please-"

"Paul." Marty cut him off, surprising him with his real name. "I wish I could help you. Bu' believe me, I can'd." there was a long pause and the air felt static. It felt uneasy.

"Martin… I believe you." he said somewhat understanding as he drove towards the front door. "But if you see or hear anything, would please give me a call?" Marty smiled a forced smile that tried to mask his grief for his old friend.

"I'll mos' cer'ainly 'ry will." he said as he followed him out. "I' was good seein' you again, Paul." Doc took one last look at him and gave a slight nod.

"You too, Marty. 'til next time." Marty smiled and waved a tire as Doc drove off.

"'il nex' 'ime." he repeated and drove back inside. He sighed and went back into the kitchen with a sense of foreboding. "He's gone…" he said to his unwelcomed guest.

"Finally…" the dark blue car replied. "Now, let's keep our little secret, shall we?" he added heading towards the back door, "cause if not, we might have some real issues your frail old body wouldn't be able to manage…" Marty sighed and nodded. "Good." he replied then added, "Oh, and don't try and spill the beans cause we got our ways of finding out." Marty again nodded and watched as they car gave a smirk and began to drive off. "Oh, and thanks for the name drop. We couldn't be able to follow her without you. The ol' RLM will be so happy to see us!" Marty bit his tongue.

He felt awful for telling Harley to find the old mustang, but she needed a coach and that was the only one he could think of. Then when this car showed up and forced him to give him the name of who he sent her to, he couldn't lie. He knew how bad of a lier he was. He knew that if he lied, this car and his goons would kill him and Harley. And maybe Doc too. He only prayed Harley was okay. For the next week he prayed. She never left his mind. Neither did Doc. He hoped and prayed for the both of them all the way up until his final days, his final night and his final breath that would come years later.

Meanwhile, Harley was off on the road. She stopped to rest only a couple times. She drove almost non-stop for what felt like years. She thanked Marty often when ever she would check how much gas she had because he was able to give her a full tank, one that would last her through the long journey.

Harley had driven straight north for a while until she came to a little town where a woman had stopped her. That's when Harley found out she was going the wrong way to HayDay. She had to go east then north to get there. She was a bit ticked off, but she thanked the lady and went on her way. Turns out HayDay wasn't two days away, but rather it was a little more than twelve and a half hours. Once she got to the town night had fallen, so she decided she was going to pull a Sheriff and sleep beside the billboard. It was awful. The wind was ice cold and constant. It hit her body hard and she shivered the whole night. It was a completely restlessness night. Soon enough, the morning came and once Harley felt the warm morning sun gaze upon her paint, she woke up to see two very close eyes staring intently at her.

"Ah!" she screamed and the stranger drove backwards fast.

"Ah! I'm sorry!" she yelled. "I'm sorry,I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Harley was wide awake now and terrified as well. "I really didn't mean to scare you.." Harley realized that it was a girl not much younger than herself. She was a 2008 Lexus IS 250. She was white, but kinda dusty. How long had it been since she had a car wash, Harley wondered.

"It's okay." Harley said, trying not be rude. "You just surprised me is all." there was a small silence as both of them gained their composure.

"So, uh, you're new here?" the stranger asked. "Gotta name?"

"Yeah, Harley." She replied, "What about you?"

"Nat!" she smiled bright. "Well, Natasha, but most just call me Nat. Like from the comics, You know, Black Window?" Harley was lost and shook her hood.

"I'm not much of a comic book car.." she explained and Nat scoffed.

"Oh come on, even your name is from one! Harley Spinn?" Harley was silent and again shook her hood. "I bet that's who your parents named you after. She's kind of a badass. And she's got this weird relationship with the Joker. He's this car, ego is absolutely crazy! Best bad guy the Batmobile has!"

"Look, I'm pretty sure that's not how I got my name-"

"But I bet I'm not the only one who thinks that!" Nat cut her off. She was beginning to annoy Harley, but the comment then made her think of an old forgetful friend. Damien.

"Yeah … one guy thought that." She said when she remembered him talking about Atticus from To Kill a Mocking Plane and of Harley Spinn.

"I knew it." Nat said proudly.

"Yeah, yeah." Harley said and began to drive into town.

"Hey wait!" Nat called as she followed her. "I wanted to ask you something."

"Yeah?" Harley asked back trying her best to ignore her, but not wanting to be rude regardless.

"What are you doing here?" Nat asked as Harley sighed and slowed down for her to catch up.

"I'm looking for someone…" Harley muttered.

"Like… who?" Nat asked drawing out the word 'like.'

"A guy. Ryan-"

"Ryan Lee Muffler!?" Nat slammed on her brakes causing Harley to turn around in confusion. "Why?" Harley studied her.

"Because… I need a crew chief." Nat then scoffed and shook her hood.

"And he's your best bet?" she asked astounded.

"Isn't he, like, a pro?" Harley muttered and drove up to her.

"He's a pro alright. A pro douchebag." Harley furrowed her eye rims. "Guy's a real jerk. I don't think he's ever been nice to a single soul on earth."

"He couldn't possibly be that bad." Harley added as she supported a man she never met or even heard of.

"Oh, he is." Nat continued as she drove up to a shop. "He loves his liquor, loves himself, and hates everyone else." She parked herself in the porch and Harley did the same.

"So what has he done?" She asked hoping to find out if she should change her mind.

"Well, nothing too bad really." Nat admitted. "He's just rude and a bit too rough around the edges. He usually doesn't get drunk, but when he does, watch out. Says he'll stop drinking if he ever was given a real reason to. Or when he runs out of money. Both are unlikely." Harley thought it over. Was she really wanting to be trained by an alcoholic? Then another question itched at her.

"How is it unlikely he won't run out of cash?" she asked, her signature curiosity taking over.

"You really don't know anything about our Ryan Lee, do you?" Harley slowly shook her hood.

"I got time." she said as she settled on the porch, "Enlighten me." Nat chuckled and shook her own hood.

"Sure thing, sparkles." She said as she looked as her paint job. "So, here's this hot shot. He's grown up here and one day decides he's gonna be a racer. Considering he lived down the road from a track, there was no surprise there. Well anyway, the second that kid got on the track and revved his engine, everyone knew he would be great. And he was." Nat had a glint of a proud smirk. "He grew up and ended up being the best racer west of the Mississippi. It kinda got to his head. He racked up wins faster than the winter brings a storm here!" Nat chuckled while Harley simply nodded not exactly getting the saying, but connecting the dots instead. "Soon enough he was racing for the Piston Cup. A lot a cars talk you know, and rumors, oh the rumors. They started flying! Once racing for the Cup, he met his rival! The one and only 51!"

"Who was 51?" Harley asked genuinely not knowing who owned the number.

"Who was…. And you wanna be a racer!" Nat retorted. "How could you not know! The freaking Fabulous Hudson Hornet!" Harley immediately remembered.

"Oh, of course. How could I forget." she said, trying not to reveal anything.

"Ok, so you do know of him, phew, I got worried for a second there." Nat joked and nudged her fender with her tire. "So yeah. The best racer west of Ole Miss and the best racer east side of it. Ha! I always heard their races were amazing! Though Ryan was beginning to be known as a veteran and the Hud was a newbie. after that season though, he'd leave the rookie title behind. So as the Hud began to beat ole Ryan, he started to get pissed at the world. Became calloused. Mean. He still raced some good races though. He great the Hud a couple times even, won two or three Piston Cups. Maybe for, I forget. Well, once the rookies started to move in, he began to move out, but not entirely. When he took on the coaching title, his team was always unstoppable. He coached for the Fusion Fast company. It's a fancy shmancy energy drink. Some say he only coached for them so he wouldn't have to change his signature paint job. Anyway, Ryan trained champions, but he always had a thing about training racers kids."

"He doesn't.." Harley added.

"Hey, so you're not totally hopeless!" Nat teased. "But yeah, he never did coach them. He had nothing against them as cars, but he never wanted to be accused of favoritism or whatever. Or like his sponsor stealing the kid to race for them. I don't know, dude's weird. Well, anyway, he began to coach and it was during a race out east when he watched the Hud eat it. And I mean eat it. Worst crash of the century they called it. Seeing that first wheel must have messed him up or something because he took a break from the racing world for a while. But it wasn't too long before he came back. Now this guy is pretty smart. While he was on his break, he invested, worked, climbed. He ended up buying a company so he could sponsor racers!"

"What company?" Harley questioned.

"Fusion Fast! Crazy right? Anyway, he's loaded now. Grumpy and rude, but loaded. I guess if you have money you don't need much of anything else. Harley tossed all the hew information in her roof.

"So this place is his hometown?" She asked and Nat nodded. "How do you know so much about him?" Nat chuckled.

"He's my uncle."She said with a slightly proud smile. "Well, sorta.." her smile turned into a look of shame as she looked away. "Our family kinda disowned him and we don't call him anything now." Harley suddenly felt sad for her family.

"I'm sorry to hear that.." She couldn't think of anything else to say. She wanted to tell her that her uncle was also a racecar, but word might get to Ryan. And she might think she's lying.

"Nah, it's okay." Nat said and shook it off as she turned back to Harley with a smile. "You must be hungry or something! Wanna crash at my place?" She sky's as she began to drive inside the shop.

"You live in a gift shop?" Harley asked as sheer followed her. She figured Nat had answered for her.

"Yeah. The back is our house." She said as she maneuvered her way through the shop and headed for a back door. "Mommy!" she called out as she drove through.

"Natasha!" her mother called back in the same tone. Nat chuckled as she found her mom readed a magazine. "Oh!" she exclaimed as she glanced and noticed Harley. "I wasn't expecting company… could you introduce us, Nat?"

"Sure. Mom, this is Harley. Harley Davis. Harley, this is my mom. Carmen Atwool." Carmen had driven up to the two girls.

"Nice to meet you Mrs. Atwool." Harley said and Carmen chuckled.

"Please, Carmen is fine. Mrs. Atwool tells me my in-laws are hunting me down." Haley chuckled and Nat shook her hood. "What? She thought it was funny." Nat rolled her eyes.

"She's hungry, mom." Nat said, then hayley raised her voice.

"Actually no, I'm not really." She insisted. "I'm just passing through." regardless of her attempts not to take the generous offer, Carmen drive to the kitchen to fix something up.

"Where you headed?" She asked from the next room over. It e's then Harley realized she had no idea.

"Uh, well. Not sure really…" she thought about what to say. "I'm actually looking for someone."

"Oh, and who's that?" Harley caught a glance of Nat frantically shaking her hood.

"Do not say Ryan Lee!" She mouthed to her with wide eyes.

"Uh…. No one really, he's, uh, m-my uncle?" Harley stuttered putt and wafted as Nat slumped.

"Really?" Nat sighed.

"Natasha, dont be rude." Carmen said as she drove back in with hot cocoa. "It's a chilly morning, I figured you two would like some." Harley smelt the rich cocoa. It was like heaven. She quickly drank some and sighed with gratitude.

"Oh that's good!" she smiled bright ignoring the fact that her tongue was now burnt.

"Why thank you!" Carmen chuckled and drove back unto the kitchen. "Now if you don't mind me asking, who's your uncle?" she asked, "Maybe we can help you."

"Uh, you don't know him, mom!" Nat called out and drove over beside Harley. "She hates her brother. Trust me, don't drop his name.." Harley shook her hood.

"What, does he owe her five bucks?" Harley joked then realized she really shouldn't have.

"Were you even listening? We disowned him." Nat emphasised "Does that mean anything to you?" Harley was just about to apologise when Carmen drove back in with toasted bagels with jelly on top.

"Natasha, give her some space." Carmen told her. "Now, honey, what were you saying?" Harley looked at Nat then to Carmen.

"Uh, y-yeah, I'm looking for my, uh, brother." Harley stuttered before quickly realizing her mistake. Nat shook her hood slightly with a worried look.

"I thought you said uncle?" Carmen noted.

"Uh, yes! My brother is w-with my uncle. And, I'm looking for them." Harley could tell Carmen was beginning to become suspicious of her. "A-and I was told to go to, uh, HayDay. And, well, here I am! But obviously, they, uh, they're not here so, uh, yeah." Harley closed her mouth as Nat left hers gaping. She knew what was coming. Her mom could read right through almost any lie.

"Right?" Carmen said and looked at Nat who immediately snapped back to a normal expression. "Sweetheart, who is this young lady talking about?" Nat swallowed hard.

"She is talking about… her.. uncle. And brother." Carmen studied her daughter then turned back to Harley.

"Ok, honey, who you looking for really? Harley sighed. She always felt bad for lying.

"I'm looking for a crew chief…" Carmen studied the Cadillac.

"So… you're one of them…" she muttered. "Save yourself the trouble, sweetheart, racing isn't a trade for ladies." Harley was then offended.

"Yes it is!" she demanded.

"No, honey, it's not."

"Yeah, it is. And once i find my crew chief, I'll prove it!" Nat seemed to shrink and she glanced from Carmen to Harley.

"Who are you going to find crazy enough and willing enough to be your crew chief?

"Ryan Lee!" Harley said and Nat gasped along with Carmen.

"Get out." she demanded

"Buy mom-"

"Natasha Atwool, go to your room!" Nat looked at Harley with a worried and sorry expression. "And you! Get out if my house! Get out of my sbop! Do not even think about coming back!"

"Fine!" Carmen drove up to her and Harley was suddenly frightened. She let herself out and drove off away from that shop. She heard the front door slam shut as she left. She left the town and went in her way. She figured if his own sister was going It's a fancy shmancy energy act like that, then who knows how the rest of the town would. They probably all disowned him too. The thought seet a feeling if loneliness through Harley. Did her town disown her? Would they eventually forget her? She tried not to think about it as she drove on.

Harley was no longer going north, but rather east again. She noticed that the more she traveled, the more the nature changed. Seeing the different kinds of trees put a smile of her face.

"I bet these trees are indigenous here." she muttered to herself. Her smile then faded to a nostalgic frown as she remembered when she learned that word. She remembered a younger version of herself looking around the back roads of Radiator Springs.

"I've never seen these kinds of trees before!" Doc chuckled and looked around as well.

"They're indigenous to this part of Arizona." he explained and Harley looked back up at Doc, her eye rims furrowed.

"What's 'igenous' mean?" she asked and again Doc chuckled.

"It's pronounced in-di-gen-ous," he said slowly for her to learn how to say it. "And it means something like… like that's where it's from."

"Ooohhh…" Harley replied as she raised her eye rims in understanding. "So, you're in-di-gen-ous to Radiator Springs, right?" Doc smiled softly at her.

"I wish. But no, actually. I moved here a long time ago." Harley furrowed her eye rims, again confused.

"Why?" a one word question that seemed to haunt Doc, and he didn't hide it, not much at least. His featured changed as he looked forward. He had the slightest frown and his own eye rims furrowed.

"... Many reasons…" Harley looked sad for him, but remained quiet. "...but I guess it was mainly…. Chance." Harley wasn't sure what to say now.

"So... um… where would you be 'indigenous' to then?" she asked in a sort of joking tone. Doc thought about it for a second

"Thomasville."

Harley stopped driving in the middle of the empty road.

"Thomasville…" she repeated as tears threatened to fill get windshield. "Thomasville… But you told them Northwood." the tears began to win the fight. "You told them Northwood! You tried to tell me Northwood! You lied!" She shouted into the nothingness. "To me! To everyone!" She revved her engine and sprinted down the road with zero direction. Tears filled her windshield and dusk had fallen on her. She raced into the coming night and found herself deep in the woods. It wasn't long before she realized she was lost.

Slowing down, she looked at the trees around her. Tears still covered her face, but she had gone down to sniffling instead of crying. Driving on what seemed to be a forgotten road, Harley carefully drove on through the woods until she found what looked to be a barn. The night was getting cold. Really cold. She shivered as and tried to push the doors open. She could start to see her breath and decided to move on from this lost cause. She was too tired and weak to even open the unlocked doors.

Harley kept on driving and eventually found a dirt road. She looked around and her curiosity was tugging at her to find out where it lead. Maybe a cabin? She sighed and decided she where the dirt would end up. In the early night, stars and the moon began to light her way as she found a structure that looked like an old school stadium. Thankfully, the gate was opened. Once in the stadium and looked around and a warm smile came to her as she took in the sight of a race track. She so desperately wanted to rev up her engine and take a couple laps, but the cold was taking over. Instead, she took a slow drive on the still tire marked track.

"That's weird." She muttered as she took notice of the tire marks. "These actually look new.. n-newish at least."

"That's cause they are." Harley jumped and quickly found the source of the voice. "What are you doing here?" he demanded. Harley seemed to shrink at the sight of the stranger. He was a 1970 mustang with a deep purple paint job with blue and black detailing. A stunning 72 adorned both his doors and he lacked headlights. His eyes were a golden yellow and his voice was rough.

"I, uh, I was, uh, looking for someone." Harley shivered in fear and with the cold. "R-Ryan Lee Muffler.." The stranger looked her up and down.

"Why the hell you looking for him?" he asked and inched closer.

"I heard he was, uh, a good coach. A r-racing coach." She said and sneezed.

"You? A racer?" the man questioned.

"Why does everyone say that…" harley muttered. "Y-yes! I-I've traveled, h-hours! Days! I c-came from Arizona and I-I don't even know wh-where I am anymore!" she ranted. "All I w-want is to find a coach! One who-who will help me be a real racer!" she sneezed again and began to cough.

"You've come from Arizona?" Harley nodded. "And it somehow managed to slip you that you're on the edge of Colorado?" Harley looked shocked and nodded again. "How old are you, kid?"

"Six...sixteen." it was now the mustang's turn to look shocked.

"You're tough." He examined her. "And your trip, it's impressive." he began to drive off. "But you're out of luck. Muffler doesn't do that work anymore. He's retired." Harley looked at the car and her expression became enraged.

"I d-did not drive from A-Arizona to C-Colorado to f-find a dead… a dead end!" The mustang sighed and turned around.

"Dead is all you're gonna get if you don't give up!" he barked. "Get outta here! Go hide in a cabin, break into one if you have to! Muffler ain't going to do anything for you!" As he began to storm off, Harley raised his voice.

"No! I w-will find him! E-even if everyone s-says he's… he's a terrible car, I… I think he… he just needs a ch-chance!" the mustang stopped and simply listened. "A-and I know he can t-train me to be.. to be a great racer. A Piston Cup champion! I-I know I c-can be one… I know it… E-even if I'm a girl! I'm tired of he-hearing everyone say otherwise!" her voice faded from being angry to being disheartened. She wanted this so badly. Now that she left her home, her entire life, everything she had ever known, she had to do this. What else did she have now? Nothing. She had nothing now. Nothing but a dream that was already falling apart. The mustang sighed and muttered something to her without turning around. "Wh-what?" she asked and he turned to face her.

"I said, all this fire won't mean anything if the cold gets to you first…" Harley was confused and he drove back towards her. "Meaning come with me and you won't freeze to death on this old track. You'll get your chance to run it tomorrow when you're not knocking on death's door." It then began to click for her.

"Wait, are you…?" he looked at her and rolled his eyes.

"Come on before I change my mind." a bright smile covered Harley's face. "And don't call me Lee. Or Muff. I go by Ryan. Only Ryan, nothing else. Screw that up and you might as well head home." Harley nodded as they drove out of the track and down a dirt road. "And do not ask me for any racing stories. Or any famous cars I've met." he glanced down at her and she nodded again. "Hm…"

They got to a cabin that seemed to be in the middle of nowhere. In the back room, a fire had already been burning and the savory smell of soup filled the room. Harley was met with a wall of comfort as she entered the humble cabin. She yawned as Ryan went to serve her dinner.

"Eat up. You'll need it for the morning." he said as he slid a bowl to her. "And you can sleep here. Or in a spare room. Hell, you can sleep in the barn for all I care. It's a little bit of a trip, but hey, whatever makes your day." her began to drive off.

"Hey, -" he stripped and looked at her with a raised eye rim. "I mean Ryan." he then went back to a neutral expression. "Thank you."

"Yeah, okay." he muttered and disappeared into the hall with a drink. Harley ate and looked around. This was it. Her life had now begun. Even though she was in the cabin of a stranger in the middle of nowhere in a state she had never been in, things would start looking up. At least she hoped they would.